By: Emily Casey
About The Poem
Flowers make things better.
The new, the young, the life- edging to be free and unbound
Flourishing in all its glory
Roses and their velvet red, sat cozy beside the shining forest green
With yellow types showing orange in their buds,
there really is nothing you can’t enjoy.
They remind me of life, they remind me of the fruits of it
That through whatever happens, there will always be a blossom of some kind.
In any which way it occurs, what doesn’t change is that it will;
with a pink or blue,
with a green or maybe a red
Like a flower, we will always find a way to blossom
and to shine, in this sun, in this life.
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